First comes the hiss of an espresso machine behind a ventanita, the walk-up coffee window, then a quick order in Spanish and the tap of tiny plastic cups. A few blocks down Calle Ocho, dominoes clack on the tables of Domino Park while music drifts out of a Little Havana doorway.
Beyond the first sights, murals cover old warehouse walls in Wynwood and sailboats bob off the leafy streets of Coconut Grove. Summers are hot and wet, with short afternoon storms, and winters stay warm and dry. A Local Friend can open a door you would never have knocked on, like the back room where neighbors trade stories over their second coffee of the day.
